If you would like to see and read more about living in Rwanda, check out the charming blog A Year+ in Kigali, Rwanda by Helaina. I particularly liked her posts here (about the language) and here (culture) and here (food).
Her photo of this female mountain gorilla is one of the best that I have seen. (And, living here, I’ve seen quite a few.)
Also, here’s something I just found out: the smallest waterlily in the world, Nymphaea thermarum, was native to the hot springs of Mushyuza in southwest Rwanda. Unfortunately, it has not existed in the wild since 2008, when its habitat was disrupted by farming. However, in 2010, a scientist at Kew Royal Botanic Gardens was finally able to germinate its seeds (there were only 20 left). Its flowers, which are only about 1/4″ (less than 1 cm.) in diameter, are white/lavender with yellow stamens.
Over 10 years ago, when we lived in Rwanda the first time, Rosamond (or Roz) Carr was by far the most prominent American resident in the country. She had arrived there with her British adventurer husband in 1949 and was the last remaining foreign plantation owner.
Born in 1912 to a wealthy (until the 1929 stock market crash) New Jersey family, she had grown up with “boarding schools, country clubs, and debutante balls” and was working as a fashion illustrator in Manhattan when she married the much older Kenneth Carr in 1942. By the end of the decade, their relationship (and their finances) were faltering, and they decided to try farming in the Belgian colonies of Congo and Rwanda in the foothills of the Virunga Mountains.
They first managed a pyrethrum plantation in the eastern Congo. Then, in 1955, her marriage over, Roz bought a 270-acre plantation of her own in Rwanda, called Mugongo. Within view of the Karisimbi, Mikeno, and Nyiragongo volcanoes, she began to create an extensive formal English-style garden. In 1957, when the price of pyrethrum dropped, she started supplementing her income by selling cut flowers to hotels on Lake Kivu.
Roz was a woman of great elegance, charm, and determination. In the 1950s, she enjoyed the social highlife of the region’s Belgian planters, but when colonialism ended and they (and Kenneth) went home, she resolved to remain with the farm, the garden, and the lifestyle she’d created. She often lived on the edge of bankruptcy, but always considered Rwanda the right place to be.
In 1967, she began a long friendship with the mountain gorilla researcher, Dian Fossey, who often used Mugongo as a refuge from the hardships of living on the volcanoes.
In 1986, Vanity Fair editor Alex Shoumatoff wrote a long article about Fossey’s murder. In it, he described Roz as “glamorous” (she was 74). Shoumatoff recounted his visit to Mugongo, with its garden “in spectacular bloom” and the cottage “cozy . . . with a fireplace, rugs, pillows, a pet gray parrot on a stand, lots of books, old New Yorkers on the table.” By that time, the market for pyrethrum was so poor that almost all of the plantation had been converted into a flower farm supplying hotels, businesses, and embassies in Kigali.
Roz enjoyed some mild celebrity while advising the makers of the 1988 film Gorillas in the Mist. She was played by Julie Harris, and her garden played itself.
By the age of 82, she’d had a long eventful life, firmly rooted to a piece of land and a country. Then, in April 1994, it all turned upside down and she had to start again.
The violence of the genocide forced her out of Mugongo and back to the U.S. Horrified by the killings on her farm, she initially thought that she would never go back to Rwanda. But in August, she received word that her old farm manager had survived. She managed to get on to a U.N. cargo plane and returned home to find everything in ruins. Seeing the many lost and orphaned children, she turned the farm into an orphanage for 40 children by the end of the year. She called it Imbabazi, which means “a place where you will receive all the love and care a mother would give.”
One of her few regrets in life had been that she had never had children, but in her autobiography, she wrote, “I can only surmise that God didn’t feel I was ready to have children until I was 82 years old. Then he sent me forty all at once.”
Imbabazi has cared for more than 400 children since then.
When I would occasionally meet Roz in Kigali in 2000 and 2001, she was always beautifully coiffed and dressed and never looking her 88 years. With her niece, Ann Howard Halsey, she had written her autobiography, Land of a Thousand Hills, in 1999, and it had expanded her already wide circle of friends and supporters. When violent insurgencies in 1997 pushed her and the children off the farm, the Heineken-Bralirwa brewery housed them in Gisenyi. Checks from abroad always came just in time. Flowers from the garden continued to be sold in Kigali (they are still delivered around town today).
In 2002, she formed the Imbabazi Foundation with an international board of directors to oversee the orphanage’s operations and to insure its continuity. In 2005, Roz and the children finally returned to Mugongo. She died there in 2006, at the age of 94. She was buried in the garden, and her children planted out the ground around her grave.
Today, about 90 children remain at Imbabazi. Most are preteens and teenagers, and the Foundation is preparing them for meaningful, independent lives through education and vocational training. A few have gone to college.
Imbabazi will accept no more children and is considering ways that it can work for the community in the future. It has a working farm on the property, which produces milk, meat, and vegetables for the children. It is considering using the house and garden for tourism. If you go there today, you can tour the garden and take tea (a donation of $20 per person is suggested).
Friday before last, I finally got to see Roz’s celebrated garden. It is as beautiful as it was always described to me, not only for the long English-style flower borders, but more particularly for the deep planting beds off the formal lawn on the side of the house. Temperate climate perennials and annuals mix with orchids, calla lilies, tree ferns, and other tropicals. A number of paths, most paved in lava rock, wind through the thick flora and out to the old fields and the views of the volcanoes.
I have put all my photos into the gallery below. Click on any thumbnail to scroll through all the enlarged pictures.
You can see an interesting 2004 video interview with Roz here. You can also make a (U.S.) tax-deductible donation to Partners in Conservation and indicate that the money should go to Imbabazi. It is the only privately run group home for children in Rwanda and depends entirely on donations. See the Imbabazi Foundation website for more information.
ADDENDUM: You can see the garden in May 2014 here.
Standing at the farm’s driveway, looking down the road.
Blue hydrangeas line the driveway to the house.
Looking back out the driveway to the road.
The formal borders and the house, covered in creeping fig.
The house is quite small, with a living/dining room, 2 bedrooms, a bath, and kitchen.
The long English-style flower borders in front of the house.
The front gate at the end of the long borders. The calla lilies were among Roz’s favorite flowers.
The view from the living room window.
This part of the house was added in the sixties.
Looking to the Imbabazi Orphanage buildings.
In the movie, Dian Fossey was as portrayed coming through this gate and meeting Roz for the first time after she fled the Congo. In reality, they had met twice before.
The side lawn and the Foundation’s puppy. For decades, Roz loved having Intore dancers here on Sundays.
The side lawn. The grass path leads to other planting beds and Roz’s grave.
When the genocide began, 14 Tutsies took refuge in the house, but she could not save them. “They were all killed,” she wrote, “my shepherds, their mothers, their children. Eight were killed in my garden.”
Existing volcanic rock was incorporated into a low wall and steps.
Volcanic (lava) rock and a low wall, looking back to the house.
Roz Carr’s grave. “The Rose of Gisenyi” is written below the cross.
Very old Batwa pottery at the gravesite.
One of several paths through the deep planting beds.
Looking across the old fields to the volcanoes.
Flowers in the planting beds.
In her autobiography, Roz wrote of elephants trampling the garden.